When I leave this world my love
You shall not mourn for me
No tear of yours shall go to waste
By rolling down your cheek
No flower's fragile existence
Will be brought to a sudden halt
For the reason I'm not here no more
Is not that flower's fault
I lived my life to full i tell you
No matter what my age
My own unrehearsed play
Came to an end whilst standing on the stage
So wipe your face my dearest
Put on your greatest smile
You have to be brave now my love
I'll be seeing you in a short while
YOU ARE READING
A little of me... (poems)
AcakI started writing at the age of 14 but first with poems and only after some time into books. These are some of the poems that I wrote over the years and as you will see my style and technique remained the same it just became more refined. I express...
